A door opening wakes me up and I tense. When it closes I open my eyes quickly and peer around the room to make sure no one is in there with me. I breathe a little quicker as the room is still dark and there are no shadows.
I relax and put my head back on the pillow. Ye-Jun must be home now.
I hear the water pipes start up. He's taking a shower. I hug myself. I ball up and tuck my chin to my chest.
Long minutes pass, maybe an hour and I hear silence, an eerie type. . . but no water rushing through the pipes. Timidly, I pull the covers off my body, stand up and walk to the door. I slowly open it and peer downstairs, seeing and hearing nobody. I step out and walk down the stairs, holding myself with my right arms and clutching the railing with my left hand. I find myself at the bottom of the stairs. I take a deep breath and turn around to stare at Ye-Jun's double doors to his room.
When I find myself holding one of the handles I think to myself that there's no turning back now. I open it and see his body under the covers. I quietly shut the door and tiptoe to the left side of the bed, the same side like the day I woke up here. I pull the covers down and slide in, forming into a ball again. I stare at the back of his head but my heart stops when he turns over, the sheets falling just shallow off his chest and that's when I realize he's wearing a tank top.
I breathe and don't want to make myself do it, but I get closer to him until we're chest to chest. I bury my head into my neck and wrap my arm around him. And I guess subconsciously he held my lower back, close to my bottom, with his arm, pulling me closer.
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It's Tomorrow, Little Thing
RomancePark Myeon-Jin has almost been mugged by a stranger in the back-lit alleys of Downtown Seoul. He wakes up in a nice penthouse with an arrogant man named Jeong Ye-Jun. As time passes, Myeon-Jin questions his own life, Ye-Jun's, Ye-Jun's past and ever...
